And when she blows the candle flame to smoke
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She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes
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And Monday she'll go down town standing naked in the road
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You may know what I am
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But who I am you don't know
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She'll run across the mustard dust sand
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Scream down the wind
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And the sea is in a cold
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Like when in holiday homes
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And houses like sweet confectionary
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And sandcastles and drinking wine
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Hungry dinners perfectly timed
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And mother and father glowing young
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Happy to be each other together
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When she blows the candle out
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She goes to bed and lies and drags through her head
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The day that went way of every day
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But tomorrow she'll fly a plane
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Over the fields where the houses aren't built yet
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She smiled sweetly across the room
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Through the lunchtime smoke
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And I loved her for a second
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And discarded the queen and I know
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How sweetness turns sour
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And leaves they turn to brown
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And then to earth and dust
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And settle in this town
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You get blown away...
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She smiled sweetly across the lunchtime smoke
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And I loved her for a second and discarded the queen and I know
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When men are being little boys again
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And women cruel stepmothers of old
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And this is the invention
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The adventure of my own
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I get blown away...
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Get Blown Away
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| The Enemy |
